A/N: I don't own the characters, just a sucker for soul mates and heartbreak.

A/N 2: Sorry it took so long guys. That flu kicked my butt. You all been patient with me and I love the well wishes in the reviews. Thanks again! And now hopefully…. On with the story!

JAX

He just stood there in her bedroom doorway, eyes boring into her very soul.

She quickly attempted to re-position herself to be covered by a minuscule blanket.

David was trying to be a gentleman when he finally realized what, or who, Tara had paused to stare at. He was attempting to cover her naked body with his own.

Even on Hale's face was a look of shock and shame.

His attempts to block her were of no use. Jax had seen the position they were in and still it left nothing to the imagination.

As Jax's eyes claimed hers, Tara felt the betrayal rock through her. One look into those ice blue eyes and she knew the hell he'd been through was nothing to what he was seeing here.

Junkie baby momma? Check. Asshole stepfather? Check. Two-timing old lady?

Check…double fucking check.

Jax slowly backed away from the scene in front of him. He bristled into the hallway physically looking like he was trying to shake the scene out of his head.

But before he turned around to leave, he gave one last glare in her direction.

The hurt, pain, destruction was plain in his eyes.

Tara just couldn't remember the last time she'd seen those beautiful blues.

She couldn't help it. Watching him turn his back on her after she'd waited so long, Tara grabbed her robe from the door and threw it on to chase after him.

She caught him in the driveway reaching his bike.

"Jax" she screamed at him, tears rolling down her face. He didn't turn around.

She ran up to his backside because, though he didn't turn around, he had stopped. "I can explain."

It was all she could think to say. Still he didn't turn around. Finally she went around to face him.

She hadn't seen his face in so long; she didn't want to miss it now.

"Say something," she begged.

He just stared at her.

Slowly his eyes went up and down the tiny little robe she wore, that obviously didn't have anything under it. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in six months.

Then he stared at her face again. The blotchiness and wetness from her frantic crying left her face a light scarlet… Scarlet letter he mused to himself.

This was NOT the most beautiful thing he had seen in six months.

She reached out to sling her arms around his neck. But he grabbed them both before they touched him.

He knew if he hugged her now, that he would forgive her. He needed time to work this out. The anger and hurt was just below the surface and he thought that if he opened his mouth to say anything, he wouldn't be able to take it back.

He took her arms and forcibly put them at her sides, never breaking eye contact.

When she struggled beneath her hold, he took a step forward, which took her a step back. Then he released her.

He turned back to his bike, grabbed his helmet and swung a leg over.

She didn't try to stop him again. She just crumbled to the ground in her driveway. He wanted to pick her up and tell her everything would be okay, he just couldn't find it anywhere in him.

Instead, he started up his bike and peeled out. Leaving Tara to cry on the ground.

TARA

What have I done? What have I done? Dear God, what have I done?

It was all Tara could think about as she bounded from the bed, leaving a naked David Hale still open-mouthed in shock.

She wanted to explain. She wanted to tell him it wasn't what it looked like….Riiight. Unfortunately it was exactly what it looked like.

But she wanted to tell him that it didn't matter to her. That she was filling the void until he returned. Like that was an excuse, she chided herself.

She wanted to tell him David never mattered to her and that she would do anything to have him forgive her.

Yet none of those words came to her after he stopped in her driveway and refused to turn around.

The look in his eyes as she finally made contact with his face was not a look of hatred. As his eyes roamed her body up and down, the look of admiration was clear in his face.

She lost the breath she had holding since her sprint to catch him.

But as his eyes searched her face, the look of love disappeared and the contempt returned.

NO! Her internal self screamed.

She wanted to throw her arms around him and never let him go. He stopped her.

With his hands firmly holding her wrists to her side, he pushed her back a few steps. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she knew deep down that Jax would never hurt her.

Not they way she hurt him.

But before she figured out his intentions, he had released her and was on his bike pulling away.

Tara had no fight left in her frantic brain as she crumbled to the ground and wanted to die. All she could do was watch as the man she loved, the man she betrayed, pulled out of her driveway and rode off into the night.

Once again, she had no idea if she would ever see him again.